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rowniebow · 11 months

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we were here | steve harrington x male!reader

summary: you and steve are good friends and someone feels it's about time to take it to the next level.

pairings: steve harrington x male!reader

cw: bickering, fluff

word count: 2.6k+

an: steve harrington is bisexual and it's definitely cannon! (/s, i wish) if you read/watched all the bright places...you get it

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"dude, we're slinging it right now!" robin called out.

"we're totally slinging it." you echoed.

"we're slinging so hard."

"we're so slingin' good at slinging."

"will you two please shut up?" steve interjected.

silence came between you and robin for only a moment as you shared a glance with two sets of pursed lips.

"but we're slinging so hard right now, steve!"

"we couldn't be slinging any harder!"

steve groaned from the back room. "you guys make taking my break like hell!"

"that's the goal, dingus."

steve stomped up to the door to look out at us from the back room. "no one is even here! you're not slinging shit!"

your scooper seemed to gather ice cream in itself on it's own. you placed your scoop into a cone and took a bite that stuck needles into your teeth and all the way up your skull.

"i slung that."

"oh, you slung it so well!" robin cheered for you while steve groaned again.

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"you're really slacking with the ladies, man." you taunted with a smile as you watched claire robbins walk away with a grimace on her face.

"yeah, well i don't see you pulling any." steve groaned.

"oh, i could if i wanted!" your eyes danced as you found an opportunity to play your favorite game: teasing steve harrington.

"prove it."

"i will!"

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"i love that necklace, angela! where'd you get it?" you spoke over the counter to the blonde you had no real interest in.

"it's sick how he can just ... look at her like that." steve's narrowed eyes watched your laughing back. how you could conjure a sparkle in your eye like that was baffling.

"what, are you jealous, harrington?" roving smiled at the glaring man next to her.

"jealous of what?" the venom in his voice told robin all that she needed to know.

"jealous that he can charm any girl in a mile radius and you can't even get one? or that he's not looking at you like that?"

"shut up." steve pouted his way into the back room of the ice cream shop.

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robin kept a count on her whiteboard.

steve: 0

you: 9

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"what's up, lover boy?" you cheesed at steve as you climbed in his car through the window. when you would use the door like a sane person - he'd never know.

"w-watch the seats!" he groaned watching your dirty shoes leave marks on the leather. "i just cleaned this car."

"sorry!" you mindlessly apologized as you pulled a map out of your bag and unfolded it. several bright sticky notes that you had plastered on to it fell on to the floor of the car.

"where are we going?"

"you'll see when we get there!"

"it better not be like the gas station from last time. shit was creepier than the monster dogs."

"it'll be fun for me, at least."

"yeah, you said that about the gas station..." steve mumbled to himself seeing you were too entranced by your map of excitement.

he noticed that your collection of road trips around indiana (that you were keeping for you two to travel to had grown from not just a green (the scary gas station), yellow (a river in south indiana that you wanted to show him), and blue (wherever you two were to be headed today) route. now, various shades of reds, purples, pinks and browns littered the page.

"what are those new ones?" he asked, his eyes trailing from the road to you.

"you'll see when we go! don't get ahead of yourself." you folded the map onto your lap and pulled out one of the many cassette tapes from you bag and popped it into the car radio.

'oh! darling' began humming from the speakers. steve rolled his eyes. you had abbey road on repeat for far too long. he didn't need to know every single word in the album.

though, he didn't hesitate to start screaming along with you and your air guitar by the time the third section of the song came along, of course.

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steve's car couldn't seem to fight off the summer heat. sweat dripped down both of your foreheads. the windows rolled down allowed the blue sky and fluffy clouds to leak in and fill your noses with hot humidity. your shirt clung to you and constricted your breathing.

"there it is!" you shouted, nearly falling out of the window after steve slammed on his breaks.

a green sign with white print read 'hoosier hill - indiana's highest point - elev. 1257'.'

"pull over, pull over!"

"oh, you gotta be shitting me," steve grumbled under his breath. you heard it very loud, of course. you always heard him loudly. you were also always very aware that his complaining meant next to nothing when it came to you, though.

you climbed out of the car before steve could turn the car off, "c'mon, steve!" you practically whined for him.

"is this really it?" he questioned as if he were going to leave you there if you said yes.

"no, there's stuff up there!" you pointed up a hill amidst the trees and green bushes to a faded trail that looked as if it were going to blow away in the summer breeze.

steve huffed, preparing himself for the short walk that would feel like miles in the heat. you didn't take a second to wait for him, though. you ran up the hill even with the heat filling your lungs and making them as small as could be.

steve watched your frame stop. "this is it!" you called to him.

he shrugged after arriving next to you and catching his breath. "it's a little underwhelming but at least it's not that gas station."

you both stared at a wooden sign that restated what the green sign said. steve plopped down onto a bench that sat on the same small plot as the wooden sign.

you looked at it for a moment more.

then ran down the hill and back to steve's car. he stuttered out a call for you, but found his attempts fruitless.

you returned a moment later, out of breath and more sweaty, but with your bag. you fished out a push pin with white fabric on it and a black marker.

you tossed the bag to steve, scribbling your name down on the fabric.

"the hell are you doin'?"

you scooted the pen over to him with the fabric, "write your name."

"what? no, what is this for-?"

"steve," you watched him with a look he knew all too well: 'just do it for me'.

he rolled his eyes and participated, "i swear to god, if this is going to put my name into a cult or something i'm never forgiving you."

you snatched the fabric and pen back and finished what you wanted to write, then went to pin the fabric to the wooden stick.

steve and y/n were here.

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"you have to bring extra shoes," you scolded in through the window of his car. your backpack begged you to set it back down in his car but you needed to go home for the night.

"what the hell do i need extra shoes for?"

"you should bring some you don't care about,"

"i'm not bringing extra shoes, alright?"

"if you say so. you're going to regret it, though." you turned and began taking your steps toward the door.

"why would i regret it?" he called to your retreating figure.

"eight a.m, harrington! we need to go before work!"

steve watched your door shut.

"god-dammit!" he muttered to himself as he began driving home into the newly born night.

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"we're going to milltown, you should probably get gas," you choked out while you climbed into the car. dirty feet all over the seats (once again).

"milltown? dude-,"

"no complaining! i'll pay for your gas if your going to have a hissy fit about it."

"maybe you should try driving for once."

"no thanks," you plugged a cassette in to the car radio, 'come on eileen" started playing from the middle of the song.

steve mindlessly nodded his head along to the songs, listening to your mindless humming.

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"you know what? this one is actually kinda cool." steve admitted.

"right!"

you two stood admiring what looked to be several trees that had been covered in shoes with their laces tied so they hung off the branches.

you plopped down on to the grass. the cold morning dew seeped through your clothes and pinched your legs. you tugged your dirty reeboks that were too small off of your feet. "you brought extra shoes, right?"

steve let out an extended breath as he watched you tug a pair of converse out of your bag and pulled them onto your feet.

"i told you to bring some!"

"yeah, i know!" he rolled his eyes but sat next to you and pulled his own pair of reeboks off.

you both tied the laces of your pairs together, tugging to make sure they'd stay on with the rest of the hanging shoes.

and off they flew as you both tossed your pairs in the air together. the summer breeze carried the two pairs of reeboks onto the branches, shaking the tree and it's leaves and shoes.

"dude, you didn't get yours anywhere near mine. how will the people know that we came together?"

"'the people' wont give two shits about where our shoes are on the tree. they're all in that pile."

"i will care!"

"alright, well you can get a ladder and go move the shoes." steve said as he sat on the ground and leaned back onto the soft grass. "i will be right here whenever you're done with that."

you glanced from the lounging man with his eyes closed to still swinging shoes in the sky.

you decided it wouldn't matter in the long run, and at least he had done it with you despite having no extra shoes to wear (maybe it'd be nice if you offered yours to him but, also, maybe he should have just listened to you!).

you laid down next you him with your hands behind your head and stared up at fluffy white clouds that swam in the sea of blue above. the breeze moved the blades of grass to dance along your cheeks and neck. your hair danced with them.

you watched the clouds mold into their own shapes and pointed out different things you saw to steve:

"that one looks like a turtle!"

"that's a fucked up turtle."

"that one looks like a shark!"

"it looks like it's swimming after the turtle to eat it."

you both continued on like that for seemingly forever. the midday heat began to creep in and making it to work began to clog your mind but steve was in no rush, so you pushed the thoughts away.

"i gotta ask you for advice about something." steve began out of nowhere. he dressed his words in formal attire. "i've gotten really close to someone recently, like a lot closer than we've ever been before."

steve doesn't get serious with you (or anyone) often. so, of course, you listened with every fiber in you. you treated his concerns with upmost importance.

"and i've - i don't know. i've started to-to like this person. a lot. but, well, i don't even know if they'd feel the same way about me."

"that's never stopped you before," you smiled, glancing to the side to read his features.

"yeah, but this person is just... different."

"what do you mean?"

"well, for one, i can't even imagine what other people would think. my dad for sure. he'd kill me. but, i also just actually like this person. and like... care about them and our relationship, and what would happen if they didn't end up liking me, too."

"does it really matter what your dad thinks?"

"i mean, i don't really care. i just always imagined he'd be at my wedding and it would be pretty shitty if he wasn't there."

"you're already thinking about marriage with this person and you haven't even asked them out yet?"

"yeah, is that bad?"

"i think that just proves that it shouldn't matter what your dad thinks if you really are already thinking about marriage with them. since when does steve harrington think about marriage with a girl?"

"i-i mean, yeah! that the dream, you know?"

"really?"

"i'd love to have a bunch of little harrington's runnin' around."

"so what advice do you need from me? it sounds like you already know what you want, you just gotta get the balls to go get her."

"sure, sure. you're right. thank you."

"'course man," a nervous silence overwhelmed you. you could never tell if you said the right thing, especially with steve. he was so difficult to read.

"that one looks like a squirrel that can't get open an acorn," steve pointed to a cloud above with a smirk over his features as if he knew he just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"no it does not, you idiot,"

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your name echoed from the street outside of your house that night. your eyebrows shuffled together in confusion as you scurried to your window to see what - or who - could be causing all that noise.

you peaked your head out to see steve harrington holding roses, 'i just called to say i love you' blasting through his car stereo from one of the cassette's you had given him.

you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face at how absolutely sweet he looked with his nervous feet and fingers tapping. his eyebrows were sewn together and his lips looked licked raw. he motioned for you to come down stairs and that's exactly what you did.

"what the hell are you doing?" you laughed as you ran out in your pajamas, sandals, and a sad excuse for a jacket.

"listen to me,"

"you are so lucky my parents aren't here right now, harrington, they'd kill you for being so loud!" you reached in his car and turned the volume down to a reasonable volume. the smile never left your face, though.

steve spoke your name again, and grabbed your arm to turn you around. "listen, i-" his eyes searched your face for the words he wanted to say. he couldn't find them, though.

"i'm listening," you smiled, leaning against his car as stevie wonders continued to play.

he rolled his eyes (at himself) and found his answers away from your face. "i-i-i-i've just- i've been talking to robin a lot more lately and she's helped me understand that i-i, you know, i like you and i think you're really cool but i've never liked a guy before you, ya know? i don't know how to do any of this shit," he mumbled to himself. "here," he shoved the flowers into your hand.

the smile never left your face, "steve,"

he looked up at you. he hadn't realized how close he had come, practically trapping you against his car.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" you whispered into his ear.

his cheeks went as red as could be. you'd never seen him so flustered (or flustered at all, for that matter).

his mouth opened but no words came out. just an eager nod.

the hand that wasn't holding the roses found its way to his cheek and pulled him in to meet your lips. it was short and sweet, the smallest bite of chocolate. it drew steve in and let him know what he was in for in the coming future with you.

and steve was absolutely in love.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x male reader #male reader #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #bisexual steve harrington #steve #male mc #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #gn reader #x reader

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transformation4life · 11 months

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Protein Makes the Body Grow Bigger

Suggested by: @bigwishes

The man at the gym promised instant results. The man promised you would grow beyond belief and those promises came true at a cost...

You used to be a scrawny young man wanting to get big for such a long time. You idolized the strong men you saw on tv.

"I wanna be just like them!" You said thinking it'd be easy.

Quite the contrary it was quite hard. Your entire life had to adapt to the challenge of becoming big and you were not handling it well. That's when HE arrived.

"Hey bro you look like you need help there," It was someone that looked to be a gymbro.

You politely said no but the gymbro continued to pester you.

"I got the thing just you need bro... Come on...." The gymbro pulled out a container of something called "Big Protein".

"Instant results bro...." The gymbro leaned really close to you and gave a look that almost scared you a bit.

You wanted him to go away so you promptly grabbed the container so he could go away. You opened the container as the smell of protein overcome you. It was quite euphoric, but now's not the time for that. You used the provided scooper to scoop the protein into the bottle you've been using with some milk and shook the contained substance. After a couple seconds you gulped a bit of the protein infused drink ending the experience with an "ah". The gymbro was gone and you were alone in the gym. Then without warning you could feel your body heating up. In seconds you were gaining huge amounts of muscle. The drink worked?!?!?!?

Meaty pecs, large pythons for arms, shredded arms, thick thighs, a manly beard, a hot ass, and thighs to die for along with big hands and feet. You couldn't believe when you lifted your tank top in front of the mirror as a tattoo appeared on your right arm.

You were astounded the drink actually worked. You looked completely different than who you just a minute ago! You looked at the protein container and smirked.

"You and I are pals now~" Your new deepened voice spoke to the container.

From that day forth you would consume the protein powder at least once a day. You would get mildly bigger and bigger with each consumption. Your clothes were getting hard to fit into, but you managed for now. With that new body you enlisted into bodybuilding competitions to show off to the masses your new physique and you were rocking it just look at you!

Months passed like this with your new life and your clothes were becoming harder and harder to fit in. An entire pile of ripped clothes began to stockpile all across your living space. The only things that fit were the posers you would use for competitions. That didn't stop you from consuming that entire container of protein was empty and not a crumb was left. At that point it was final the only clothes fitting you were your posers. You looked at the mirror in your room as it set in that this is your wardrobe till the end of your days.

Even when you tried to stop eating the protein your bulky physique never wavered even when you scarfed down tons of fatty foods if you could even enter any with the strict No shirt no service policy. Competitions were the only place where you felt like you belonged now. This is your life now and there's no going back.

The life you wanted but to an insane degree...

#male tf #muscle tf #male transformation #bodybuilder tf

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pinkpastels113 · 5 months

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Bechloe accidental first kiss

Beca, of course, had always thought about kissing Chloe. She’s beautiful, warm, and quite frankly the whole reason Beca is having such a great time at Barden. Beca’d come to the realization that she had a crush on her best friend ages ago, and every day that came after that was just another day that Beca had to stifle the urge to do just that.

She thought about how soft Chloe’s lips would be- she always saw her reapply her chapstick religiously- and dreamed about how cute it would feel like to stand up on her tip toes and wrap her arms around Chloe’s shoulders. She wanted to have Chloe hold her as more than a friend, in places more than just the couch in the Bella House.

Beca is not completely sure that Chloe likes her back- no matter what Stacie or Emily or anybody else says- so that’s why she hasn’t yet made her move. She’s not a complete wimp- she’d made out with Jesse in front of all those people in Lincoln Center after all- but she is not going to be rejected by her best friend, damn it. Beca doesn’t think that she can’t take it, the awkwardness nor the loss of friendship. Chloe is her favorite person, ever, in the world, and Beca doesn’t know what she would do with herself if she ruined that.

The only problem was, Chloe is touchy. She touched Beca everywhere, on the arm whenever she laughs, the hand whenever she wants to listen to some music that Beca had mixed, the waist whenever she wishes to get by. Normally Beca is used to it, but sometimes she still gets caught off guard and jumps whenever she is not paying attention.

Such as today.

"Okay, okay," Chloe says, trying to catch everybody's attention. "We have the decorations here, Jessica and Ashley are going to put on the music, and Beca is laying out the cookies. The Trebles are going to be here in about an hour girls, let's move it."

Why Beca had agreed to take care of the baking, she does not know. Certainly not because Chloe had tried her mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe last week and begged Beca to recreate it, that's just too pathetic.

Beca sighs, folding in the chocolate chips. She has one more step to go, and then she can shove them in the oven and never think about it again. Chloe can take them out. It was her idea anyway.

Finished with gently laying in the chocolate with the dough, Beca goes to look for the scooper. She opens the drawer where they usually keep it, but it's not there.

"Hey, Chlo! Where's the scooper? I need it for the cookies."

"Hm?" Chloe glances back over her shoulder from the living room, where she is taping a string of Christmas lights from the ceiling. "Oh I think I have it in my room. I used it last night for some ice cream."

Beca raises her eyebrows. "For some ice cream? Really? That's like... a pretty big spoon, don't you think?"

Chloe huffs, rolling her eyes. There is a smile on her lips and Beca is proud that she placed it there. Teasing is too much fun. "Well I have a pretty big appetite, especially for sweet stuff like ice cream. You know that."

"Uh huh." Beca is already washing her hands and making her way into Chloe's bedroom. "I should have put salt in these cookies then, so you wouldn't eat them all."

Chloe's room is a mess. Books on her bed, clothes on the floor, bra hanging over a desk chair. Beca tries not to stare at it as she turns around in a circle to locate the ice cream/cookie scooper. Knowing Chloe, it could be under her bed for all Beca knew. She was just about to bend down and pull the comforter over when something catches her eye.

A journal. On Chloe's pillow.

It was open to two pages, left side scribbled on, right side with a drawing. Ethically, Beca knows that she shouldn't, but curiosity gets the better of her when she sees something written in Chloe's loopy lettering that might be her name. Stepping over a novel from some Russian author, Beca picks the journal up.

She barely had time to register that the drawing was of her bent over her laptop when Chloe pinches her waist. "Hey I found it-"

Beca practically jumps out of her skin at the sudden contact. "Jesus Chr-"

Chloe's mouth brushes the corner of Beca's. They both freeze. Beca's hands slip on the journal balancing in her palm and it tumbles down to her feet but neither seems to notice. They're too busy trying to understand what just happened. Beca's face is turned towards Chloe's and her heart is making itself known in her ribcage with the speed at which its beating. Her brain sizzled and sparked like a backup generator kicking into gear in a blackout.

They're still standing two inches apart. Beca's eyes look into Chloe's and Chloe's look back, both surprise and a little bit of fear reflected in those bright blues. Chloe seems to hesitate, before pulling her hand away from Beca's body. When Beca didn't make an effort to move, or push her away, Chloe swallows, and opens her mouth.

"Look, Beca, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Beca blinks. Dazedly. "What?" Holy crap, Chloe Beale just kissed her. "About what?"

Chloe gestures between them. "That." Her breath is warm and smells like candy, and god, her lips look so soft. "We shouldn't have kissed. I scared you, and you hadn't been paying attention, and I really do want to kiss you, like so so freaking bad, but like not like this, and I'm sorry that if this means that our friendshi-"

And this time, Beca kisses her. Because Chloe just confirmed that she likes Beca back, and Beca is not a wimp. She kisses her like she imagined she would, and her arms wrapped around Chloe's shoulders and her feet goes to stand on tip toes and Chloe's smile is indeed soft and sweet and tastes like candy and Beca is so glad that she agreed to bake her cookies tonight.

Chloe pushes Beca down onto her bed. Her teeth nips on Beca's bottom lip before trailing to her neck and Beca can feel herself shiver. "You really shouldn't have been going through my journal, either, y'know."

"Yeah well, I have a pretty big appetite, especially for mysterious stuff like journals. You know that."

Chloe laughs, right into Beca's skin. Her fingers brush on Beca's thighs and Beca starts, again, because she really doesn't think she can ever get over Chloe suddenly touching her in all the right places. "I do now."

#anddd this got out of hand as expected #dont worry guys they went back out to finish them cookies after making out #bechloe #bechloe fic #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction #w writes #anon asks #send me (short) prompts lol

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soaringpigeonshovel · 5 months

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AU idea where the eye Naruto gives Kakashi is accidentally a Perfect Magic Eye a la Hagoromo, capable of Sharingan and Rinnegan and all that jazz.

Kakashi has no idea until he wakes up from a particularly hellish nightmare to find a two-meter sphere his bedroom just. gone. A chunk of wall and floor and table have vanished like an ice-cream scooper scooped it out. It can only be Kamui. Except it can't because that was Obito and Obito is gone and his gift is gone and he doesn't have the Sharingan anymore.

He approaches the destruction. Almost absently, he reaches forward and performs a wind jutsu. It knocks him back against another wall, denting it too, but the job is done: the wreckage looks natural now, rough and splintered.

Sheepishly, he goes to fetch Tenzo. Back at his house Kakashi explains that there was a nightmare, and an accidental Rasengan, and he could really use a hand. Tenzo can tell Kakashi is lying about something. But he gets the specifics wrong, and scolds Kakashi about not developing dangerous new jutsu indoors. The room gets fixed.

Kakashi carefully doesn't think about the incident and moves on. Time passes. The Hokage rarely confronts incidents directly, so there's no opportunity for any skeletons to come tumbling out of closets. Kakashi almost forgets.

Then, on a journey, Kakashi and Gai stumble into an Incident. The ensuing fight against a gang of missing-nin would have been easier if there were no innocent villagers to defend. The fight is long and messy. One of the last missing-nin tries to take a hostage. Kakashi is too far away to stop him.

Gai alights back onto his wheelchair after an awesome backflip where he punched a missing-nin in mid-air to find the last opponent shrieking in agony, clutching a bloodied stump where his leg recently was. Kakashi further away that Gai is. The leg is nowhere to be seen.

Kakashi dashes forward and puts the missing-nin out of his misery. He desperately explains about, um, a new jutsu, long range, inspired by the Yellow Flash—it's still in it's experimental stage, see, which is why even Kakashi can't really say what just happened. Haha. Guy can tell something's up, but they're both exhausted, and there's a crowd of terrified villagers to reassure.

When they return back home, Kakashi tries to put this second incident out of his mind yet again. But Guy keeps bringing it up, excited and also somewhat concerned, and that triggers Tenzo's curiousity too. Kakashi can't escape it. Questions he can't bear to even look at directly weigh down on the back of his mind like a lead weight in his skull.

One night, Kakashi is alone. Cold rain is coming down. His eye doesn't hurt. The wrongness of that tips some scale inside him. After so long spent choking his instincts, avoiding the place out of some overwhelming emotion, his feet take him back to the memorial stone.

Kakashi stands. He can't find any words. There's nobody here—none of the living and none of the dead either, he knows that—but he feels like the stone is looking at him. Like everything is watching him. Suddenly, all he needs is to see what they're seeing. He yanks out a pocket mirror.

Both his eyes are open. One is grey, as it ought to be. The other is grey too, as it ought to be. It was a gift from Naruto, after all. Kakashi's not ungrateful. He's not. The eye is grey as it always should be with absolutely no possibility of red or black or anything else. He stares at the eye. His mind quakes.

There's a stab of pain in his eye. It shouldn't be, but it's a relief. Familiar. He latches onto it like a tether, grounding, letting the sensation fill his senses.

The sharp pain swells into burning agony. That is not familiar. But he's somewhere between sleep and awareness, operating on instinct, and agony feels appropriate here. He's at the memorial stone. He doesn't have the right to try and stop it. The agony is overwhelming, but he can't bring himself to stop clutching on to the sensation.

Something reaches it's apex. It's intensity whites out Kakashi's senses for a moment. Then he's on his knees, throat raw, scrabbling for his fallen mirror.

He cracks open the eye. Something violet stares back. The world stops.

He rips the eye out.

The pain of his eye being where it was not supposed to be, i.e. in his hand, is actually less than when it was in his head. It's funny. Comical, even. Luckily he knows a statis sealing jutsu, so he seals away his eye in a scroll and tucks it in his pocket. Now his eye is in his pocket. He giggles.

After some quick first aid, he pushes himself to his feet. He blinks himself into the nearby training ground. It's probably the shortest amount of time he's ever spent at the stone. It's a record. Gai would be proud.

He staggers home. Halfheartedly, Kakashi tries to convince himself that the bedroom would be the best place to sleep, but the room feels off-limits for now. He slips into the kitchen instead. He's slept on worse things than a cold floor, and the boxy cabinets felt strangely safe. And it never hurt to have the sink nearby.

The next morning, Kakashi pulls his forehead protector over his eye in his usual way. There's a surge of mixed emotions. He focuses on the comforting familiarity and makes his way to work.

There's a commotion. Of course there's a commotion. It's nearly as funny as everyone's obsession with his mask. It almost makes it all worth it. He jukes Guy's darting grab. Naruto's confused yelling informs everyone in a five mile radius. Even Shizune looks thrown for a loop. Kakashi brushes it all off with a teasing eye-smile. It's a fashion choice, see? He thinks it makes him look dashing.

But everyone knows there's something wrong. And they're not going to let it go until they get to the bottom of it.

#kakashi #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #naruto #naruto fanfiction #tw eye trauma #whoops didn't think it would get this long #rinnegan kakashi would be really funny tho #can the corpse thing happen automatically?#because if so:#*kakashi accidentally activates it at the graveyard*#the corpses of his loved ones: *rise from their graves*#kakashi: *tries to shove them back in*#wait i hope the readmore thing happens automatically #if it doesn't I'm sorry for the length of this #and if anyone could tell me how to do it manually i'd be grateful #naruto thoughts

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nightmaremonarch · 7 months

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circus baby redesign! i redesigned every canon sister location animatronic except ennard and the little freaks (biddybabs n minirinas) so go check out my previous redesigns! feel free to use this with credit :)

if you want to see more fnaf redesigns let me know! now onto the explanationnn

Ok. So of all the redesigns. circus baby's deffo took the longest. the others each took around ~5 hours and circus baby's took. ten. mostly because of the excessive amount of detail i gave her. she's the main character! she needed way more detail!

so. anyways! i made her much more clowny! her name is circus baby, and her original design was barely a clown besides the face and the shoes!! so i upped it by a thousand, and now she's much more circus-y! she also needed a fun hat because i think the clown hat is very important and essential. for everything.

along with that she's covered in glitter! how r u gonna have a voice line of hers be "i was covered in glitter" and NOT cover her in glitter! so now? all her clothes sparkle!

out of all the funtimes i think her and funtime freddy are the largest because they both have to be proportional to their large internal systems, funtime freddy having the storage tank and circus baby having her "ice cream" machine. so for funzies and be she's so large her eyes r up really high!! cause.. nobody's gonna be viewing her from head on. so if she looks down at some kid or smthn, she looks more normal!!

like the other funtimes she still has all her original features!! i didn't know how to show an emergency stop thing though so she still has that, but it's probably. like. a button or something somewhere. also the tips of her fingers are the balloon makers !!

she also has a lot details that are really hard to see but like.. i thought they'd be fun to add!! one of those is sliver of blue in her eyes as a reference to her original eye color :)

her hair, like ballora's, is synthetic cause it adds more movement! and her most of her clothes are real. her hands, legs, and feet are rubber though.. so the gloves and socks are not real :( the ruffles on every part of her outfit were also very important and very necessary to the fnaf lore and not just be i like drawing ruffles!!

so inside her internal compartment are a supply of balloons, cake perfume (“i smelled like birthday cake”), ice cream, ice cream cones, an ice cream holder, and the scooper. to stay inside the scoopers all folded up in there like a really painful jack-in-the-box, so the internal compartment is really cramped and does not leave much room for anything else. it's kinda more a "murk on sight" thing rather than a "kill and contain" like funtime freddy because there simply isn't enough room for storing anything else.

also while i was making this i was thinking of a scrap baby design to maybe create in the future, but im probably not going to 😭😭 but. Scrap babies hair would be yarn and her face would be paper plates or something cause she raided a craft store. Idk where she got the roller skates but in this au scrap baby robbed a craft store.

Anywho! that's all for the sister location redesigns!! if anyone has any questions or wants to see other characters in this au Imk!! i love requests and i will answer the questions to the best of my ability!!

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xxbottlecapx · 1 year

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I liked your post about Steve having focal seizures and Eddie figured it out because he happened to be familiar with them because of past experiences, but tbh Robin seems like she could also be someone who could pin that down. We've seen her talk about medical stuff before, specifically with the rabies rant, but I'd like to think she often looks at conditions and she finds them morbidly interesting. Can I get a version where Robin is the first to notice? I'm thinking Billy caused them, but they happen seldom until the Russians make them worse, so she notices something but doesn't piece together that he's not just being stupid until after the Russians, but you can decide how you want to do it if you even decide to

You are absolutely right. I’m not entirely proud of how this came out but this is what I got, I hope it’s okay 💜💜

1985 scoops ahoy, before the fire.

Robin didn’t know much about Steve Harrington.

Well, that was a lie. She was a people watcher, after all. Robin knew a lot about Steve Harrington. She knew he had been the self proclaimed (Tommy-proclaimed) King of Hawkins High. That is, until Billy Hargrove smashed his face in and Steve started rolling around with a band of middle schoolers. His downward spiral had started with Nancy Wheeler and ended with Billy Hargrove (and Jonathan was, she had been told, somewhere in the mix.)

Steve was bad at school but good with people, bad at reading but good at speaking, bad at instruments but good with sports. Good at making friends but bad at keeping them.

He had graduated alone. No one was there with him when he left Hawkins high that final time. As far as Robin was aware, no one seemed to care when he left at all. Robin only noticed because she was a people watcher. She liked to know things. She liked to know things about people in any way she could. At first it had just been her wanting to mimic whatever it was that King Steve did that made Tammy Thompson like him, but it quickly became a fascination. She couldn’t even tell you why. But the longer she watched him, the more intrigued she got. Especially after Billy Hargrove.

Either way, no matter what she did or did not know about Steve Harrington; The Steve Harrington she knew of from highschool was definitely not the Steve Harrington that applied to Scoops Ahoy.

“Hi, uh, I’m- Steve,” The King Steve said. He was wearing the proper Scoops Ahoy Gear, but his hat was one backwards.

Robin hadn't been told she was getting a new coworker. Yesterday, Daksha seemed absolutely fine. But today she was gone. And in her place was the former King Steve, in all his lack of glory.

“What about Daksha?” Robin said instead of greeting him in kind. He hadn’t been a nice guy. Never picked on her specifically, but Tommy sure did.

Steve doesn’t seem miffed by her deferral.

“Who?”

Robin rolls her eyes, grabs his hat to put it on him correctly, and hands him Daksha’s scooper. It was bright pink, bedazzled. She expected some sort of denial but Steve only holds the scooper so stiffly she thinks he might break the handle.

“I’m Steve.” He blinked rapidly.

Robin crossed her arms, leaning against one of the tubs of icecream that she liked to steal from when her manager, Kanan, wasn’t looking. She wondered if he would tell on her.

“Yeah, I know”

“Sorry, sorry, who-“ he squinted at her, then shook his head and pulled in his shorts. They were definitely too short for him. “Who are you?”

Robin thinks about the name tag on her shirt in bright teal. “Moira.”

“Nice. Uh. What do I do?” Steve takes it in stride, wandering around the room without any deemed purpose. He swallows hard once, twice, and follows Robin as she opens up shop. She makes him sweep the floor three times and he doesn’t complain once.

Eventually, she has to turn the closed sign around. “Use that Harrington charm to get more tips.” She tells him when he just blinks at her some more. “I’ll handle scooping for now.”

Robin is a people watcher. She learns that a few things on her Steve Harrington list need an upgrade.

The Steve Harrington from Scoops Ahoy was nothing like Steve Harrington from Hawkins High. For one thing, that Harrington charm? Didn’t exist anymore.

This is how the You Rule, You Suck board is born.

“Why’s there a scar in your head?” She asks him, about a month into working together.

“Uh- got in a fight.” Is all she gets. She stares at his shaking hands, and doesn’t mention it again.

She doesn’t have to, it seems, because the middle schoolers that follow Scoops Steve around like a flock of confused ducklings are very quick to sing his praises.

“You know Billy Hargrove?” Dustin asks one day. He’s hiding in the break room with her. A dude had been hitting on her for weeks so whenever she sees him, Steve takes his order and Robin flees. She sits on the table and stares intensely on the bundle of bananas right next to her. They’ve become Steve’s favorite food.

“Who doesn’t?” She says in answer. Robin was, after all, still in school.

She hasn’t known Dustin long, and she doesn’t really understand how or why Steve likes him so much, but she does know that Dustin can talk for hours.

“I heard you asking Steve about that scar on his head. Billy, he had a thing against Lucas dating his sister,” Dustin starts, and Robin sighs before hanging herself half off the table despite her clear interest. She couldn’t let Dustin find out he had gotten her attention.

“Because Lucas is black, so Max and I and Lucas were hiding at his house- for unrelated reasons, and Steve had to fight Billy or Billy was gonna kill Lucas.”

Robin sits up so quickly she almost throws up.

“It wasn’t good. Billy slammed his head in the ground a lot and hit him with a plate. We thought Steve was dead but then Max drugged Billy so we got out all right.” Robin isn't even able to process that information before Dustin is walking out the backdoor that leads to the theater. “I don’t even think Steve went to the hospital after.”

It’s that last line that makes Robin look just a little bit harder, later in that day, when Steve’s hand is trembling too much for him to write on the chalkboard.

And that faint fascination that Robin had previously had on King Steve quickly hopped like a flea on to Scoops Steve.

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There are many things that Robin knew about Scoops Ahoy Steve.

She knew he had a favorite scooper- one that was just a little larger than the rest, with a different type of handle. Easier to hold, he said.

She knew he couldn’t read what was on the menu, and that when she made him write their Scoop Of The Day on the chalkboard, the words didn’t always make sense (sometimes there wouldn't even be letters, just scribbles).

She knew he couldn’t charm a girl to save his life, and sometimes when he spoke, the words didn’t make sense. She knew that sometimes his hands couldn't grab things (usually only for a minute at a time) and he liked to stare into space until she had to wack him upside the head.

She also knew that Scoops Steve was very likely her best friend. Robin of a few months ago would have rioted at the very thought. But he was funny, and really nice, if a little confusing sometimes. He loved his little gremlin children and let her talk about her favorite interests that no one else was interested in (like zoonotic diseases, the differences in grammar structures in certain languages, and the central nervous system)

Like Dustin said; A little dumb, slow on the uptake, but kind.

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Robin knows a lot about Steve Harrington. Things that she knows no one else knows.

She knows that he purposefully harassed the Russian guards so they would beat him instead of her. She knows he spent his senior year fighting monsters, probably also did it before that. She knows that for all that confidence Steve exudes, he is achingly lonely. She knows that despite Steve not knowing anything about the queer community, his first instinct isn’t to belittle her, but to crack jokes to make her laugh. Even high off his ass, his immediate response was to try and make her feel better. The popular, rich, straight white guy treated her better in that moment than anyone else she had ever met.

Most of all, she knows what it feels like to lay bleeding in an underground Russian bunker and believe, if only for a second, that Steve is dead.

1986, Family Video, before Vecna.

Robin grabbed a Terry’s Bitz bar from the candy section up front and tore into it. She hadn’t been able to eat at school. Every once in a while she would somehow get reminded of the Russian elevators and all that untapped trauma would leak out of her. Steve was, at this point, her emotional support human, and she really wished he hadn’t graduated, just like that guy Eddie Munson in her band class. She doubted she would ever get to talk to that one, though.

She could hear Steve mumbling where the fuck am I? At the register before turning around and ducking under the register to grab at a fallen tape.

“That one goes in the aisle with the pink stickers.” Robin reminds him. She had put small colorful stickers on each row of shelves because Steve had a hard time distinguishing what she wanted if she just said aisle three.

Steve stared into space for a moment before nodding and walking that way with the tape, his left hand making a fist, relaxing, making a fist again.

As always, Robin follows Steve around even when she isn't scheduled to work that day. It just means she gets to hang out with her best friend and laugh at him when he has to organize shelves by himself, taunting him about her Freedom. She does her biology homework behind the counter, staring at a map of the musculoskeletal system.

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There are a lot of differences between Scoops Ahoy Steve and Family Video Steve.

Scoops Ahoy Steve couldn’t write legible sometimes, maybe 2 times a week. Family Video Steve couldn't write anything legible sometimes too, but five times a week instead of 2. Robin knows because she’s counted.

Scoops Ahoy Steve didn’t get migraines (only headaches). Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't throw up three times a week the way Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't see the need to join Robin’s Yoga class offers the way Family Video Steve very easily caved into it.

Don’t get her wrong- there are good differences, too. Family Video Steve will casually joke about her stealing his dates in a way Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't. Family Video Steve shared secrets with her, was more patient, acted less like a mom and more like an annoyed brother. Family Video Steve could admit he had a massive crush on the guy that ran the Hellfire club, who he's never talked to since he only sees him when he picks Dustin up (and of course, pretends to hate him). Family Video Steve, somehow, was even more of a best friend than Scoops Ahoy Steve.

And Robin was a people watcher. That faint fascination she had taken to King Steve was now focused full-fledged on Family Video Steve. Her best friend. Her favorite person in the world, who sometimes forgot where he was, sometimes had bouts of confusing emotions he didn’t know how to deal with, moments where he struggled getting words past his lips, and trembling hands and legs that sometimes made him drop the tapes he organized at Family Video.

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I tried to get Steve to help me with my math homework, she had heard Dustin say. but I don’t know what this says.

You could have asked me, doofus. Steve can’t write for shit. Was Erica's reply.

Robin knows that they don’t know that Steve heard them. This is also how she knows that it must be a bad day. Steve can write, she’s seen him do it, it’s just hard on other days. And his emotions can make things worse. She knows it’s going to be a bad day not because of Steve’s writing, but because she knows he heard Dustin and Erica say it.

Robin was a people watcher. She knows that Steve’s picked up on whatever it is that changed him. Maybe he hadn’t, before the Russians, but she did. She knew him before the illegal drugs and head trauma that changed Scoops Steve to Family Video Steve. When she looked back, and remembered King Steve, even more differences were apparent.

Despite the party’s claim that they were all baby geniuses, none of them have picked up on it. It didn’t make sense. But then Robin tried to think harder, use her deduction skills.

Steve had protected these kids for years. They called him their mother. Children often can’t find fault with their parents. Sure, the party was old enough to start seeing it, but trauma can affect young minds in really confusing ways. It was very possible that the upside down had hurt their little group of freshmen (and Erica) in ways they couldn’t see. OCase in point- their protector, Steve, was different now. It’s possible they were, deep down, afraid of what it would mean if there was more change added to their traumatically changing lives. Steve was a pillar to them. More of a hero of stories than man.

So she tries to give them a pass. She really does. But she sees the look on Steve’s face when Dustin says it. Steve would never admit it, but Dustin and Erica were his favorites. Robin knew that what they thought mattered more than anything. Anyone else making jabs at Steve’s intelligence washed off him like he was covered in healthy duck feathers. And Steve wasn’t an idiot the way they thought he was. Your ability to hand-write or speak didnt dicacte your intelligence. They were just teenagers who hadn’t been taught that yet.

Dustin and Erica weren’t inherently malicious. She knew they weren’t. She would just have to find a way to show the party that Steve wasn’t an idiot.

Of course, only three days later, a cheerleader dies in a drug dealer's basement, and her whole world is torn apart.

1986, Borders Book Store, after Vecna.

Robin couldn’t take it anymore. On her day off, she rushes to the library, which had very narrowly escaped the Vecna-induced earthquake. It had taken 2 weeks to kill him properly, but they had done it. That didn’t mean the town was allowed to quickly forget, though.

Luckily for Robin and Steve, so many people moved away that there were multiple job casings still open. This was good because Steve got fired 2 times and whenever Steve got fired, Robin left too. Despite his very clear pros (like being a chick magnet) other places of employment didn’t fit him.

Anyways. Robin checks herself into the cramped biological sciences section. She takes out a list of symptoms written on ratted yellow lined paper from her back pocket, and she starts to read.

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“What?" Steve replies, later, when she comes to him with an improvised list and a stolen library textbook.

“Please, just listen.” She begged. They were on the floor, behind the counter of their current workplace. Sometimes if the streetlights were flashing, they’d get too scared to go home and just spend the night here. “It explains everything.”

“I can't- no, Robin.” He crossed his arms, then held himself in a tiny ball. His shoulders hunched in on themselves. “I know what a seizure looks like.” He whispered.

“You know what one type of seizure looks like.” Is Robin’s rebuttal. “There are so many different kinds.”

Steve swallowed hard once, twice, his left hand clenched and unclenched a few times. He nods, and lets her open the book.

And öh, but of course, Sources

Steve’s favorite food being bananas comes from this site, sometimes bananas help with epileptic seizures https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5855373/

Some of Steve’s symptoms come from here https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/seizure/symptoms-causes/syc-20365711

Some tips for what to do when someone has a seizure https://www.nationwidechildrens.org/conditions/seizure-care

One of Robin’s special interests is the central nervous system, which houses the brain, which is typically where seizures come from/originate. https://kidshealth.org/en/teens/brain-nervous-system.html

80’s Candy references, I cant promise you these were available in Indiana so just ignore that if they weren’t https://www.eightieskids.com/greatest-chocolate-bars-1980s/5

Steve’s spasms in his hands during seizures are caused by the connection of the brain to the musculoskeletal system, https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/14526-musculoskeletal-pain

Steve self-rehabilitates himself with Yoga, it's a recommended exercise use for seizure patients https://lonestarneurology.net/blog/physical-activity-in-epilepsy/

I don’t know how libraries work since I’ve never been to one so if there’s inaccuracies, ignore it

And of course, If my interpretation of a focal seizure is inaccurate, I do apologize. this one was a bit more general in the 'brain damage' section, though.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 4: The Sauna Test

summary: I’M NOT EVEN GONNA BOTHER WITH A SUMMARY BC I’M TOO BUSY SCREAMING RN

word count: IDK BUT ITS KINDA LONG

“-That keycard opens the door,” Dustin continued explaining to the three sleepy teenagers sitting in front of him. You lazily plopped your head on your palm as Steve played with his sailor hat and Robin clicked away at the ice cream scooper. The sleepiness didn’t stop you from listening intently. “But unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it.”

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” You shook your head in thought. Steve blew into his hat, putting it down as he leaned forward in a serious manner.

“I can just take him out,” He said.

“Take who out?” You raised your brows.

“The Russian guard.”

You snorted.

“What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” You deadpanned.

“Yes, Y/N, I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking,” He rolled his eyes as if you were the one misunderstanding the situation. You felt the familiar feeling of anger bubble in your chest at his tone.

“Well, riddle me this, Einstein: what gives you the idea that you can win a fight against a trained soldier when you couldn’t even take Jonathan down?” You leaned forward with a smirk, leaving only mere inches between your faces.

“That was one time,” He scoffed.

“Twice. Billy beat the living shit out of you in November,” You corrected.

“That? That doesn’t count-“

“Oh, that doesn’t count?” You chuckled. He narrowed his eyes at your arrogance. “And pray tell, why doesn’t it count, Steve?”

“Because, Y/N-“

“Here they go again,” Dustin muttered. Robin rolled her eyes before her face dropped in thought.

“No, no, no! If I remember correctly, and I do-“ You continued.

“That’s debatable! You slammed your head pretty hard-“ Steve interrupted.

“What are you thinking?” Dustin asked the freckled girl gone silent, allowing you and Steve to hash it out as he listened to her response.

“If we want to find a safe way into that room, we’ll need a map,” Robin responded, watching as you and Steve continued with your daily argument. “They’ll be at it for a while. Wanna come with?”

“Where to?” Dustin perked up.

“County Recorder’s Office. Grab the money from the tip jar. I’ll meet you outside,” She stood up and walked toward your purse, digging around for your keys. Dustin nodded, taking off.

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” You turned around, hearing the familiar jingle from your keys.

“I’m borrowing the Bronco. We’ll be back in jiffy,” She was already walking out of the door. You both followed after her.

“You don’t even have your license!”

“It’s just around the corner! Live a little!” She smirked.

“Hey, dipshit! Where are you going with our tips?” Steve called after Dustin.

“We need it! Trust us! We’ll be back!”

And just like that, the two disappeared into the crowd of people outside of the parlor.

“That sounds like a bad idea,” Steve muttered. “You should probably go with them.”

“Why me?” You frowned. “You go with them.”

“Oh, my God! Would it kill you to agree with me for once in your life?” He sighed, walking into the back again. “You are so unreasonable sometimes.”

“Says the man that wants to take down an armed guard by sneaking up to him,” You rolled your eyes, following close behind and leaning on the counter as you watched him pace.

“We’ve taken down far scarier things than armed guards, Y/N,” He lowered his voice, taking a step closer to you to continue. “Surely, we could-“

“We?” You laughed. “Oh, no. No, no, no-“

“Just hear me out,” Another step.

“No, you hear me out, Harrington,” You drove your pointer finger into his chest, tired of hearing his naive plan. He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You think everything is so simple! You know why we took down those things?”

“Strategy and tactic!” He shouted.

“No, Steve! Luck. Sheer luck. We were only mere seconds away from meeting a different fate!” You shouted back. “Had we not had El in our corner- Had she not shown up when she did, we would’ve been dead. Hell, we should be dead. But we aren’t.”

“Well, we will be dead eventually if we let those fucking Russians go on with whatever they’re doing!”

“No. It’s too dangerous,” You shook your head.

“Then let me do it alone-“

“And let you die?! Do you have any idea what that would do to me?!”

Silence. Ear piercing silence ensued as those final words processed in his mind.

“I..” You took a deep breath, realizing exactly what just spilled out of your mouth. His eyes danced across your face in a way they haven’t since that night you’d shared a dance at the Winter Ball. “I meant Dustin. Do you have any idea what that.. would do to Dustin..”

The ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly with amusement as he placed his hands on either side of you, resting his weight on the counter behind you. His smug smile not even a foot away from your own lips. “You’re a shit liar, you know that?”

“I’m not.. I’m not lying,” You breathed, cursing yourself for stuttering. But you couldn’t help to feel nervous with those half-lidded eyes staring deeply into your own. He didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. It was written plainly on his face.

He wanted you.

“Then look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t mean what you said,” He tested the waters by getting closer. He licked his lips, making you realize they were only six inches away from your own.

“I didn’t mean it,” You said without hesitation. It didn’t matter how firmly you said it, it was your own eyes that you away this time as flickered down to those soft lips. You couldn’t resist to take a glimpse. You tried to hide it. But it was clear as day.

You wanted him, too.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. His brown eyes danced around your face, taking you in with enough focus to memorize every feature.

He lifted his left hand, setting it on your jaw as his thumb brushed against your lower lip before dragging it down to your chin.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” He whispered, inching closer until his nose tickled your own.

“A really bad idea,” You agreed softly, feeling his mouth graze ever so gently against your own. Your eyes shut as you breathed each other in for a moment before he gave you a small nod and forced himself to take a step back stepped back.

You both blinked, taking in what almost just happened. He cleared his throat as you shifted uncomfortably at the tension. Another deafening silence shot through your chest, greeting the violent butterflies that fluttered away beneath the surface.

“I, uh..” He scratched at the back of his neck, searching for something- anything to say. “I should get back up there.”

You only nodded, watching as he took long strides to the door and disappeared behind it. You turned around, letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as you leaned against the counter; your palms on the cold metal was your only source of stability. You allowed yourself to let out a few deep breaths, brushing your lips with your fingers and remembering the way his warm breath danced on them only a few moments before.

The door burst open, making you jump as you looked up to see Steve making a beeline towards you. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t know who kissed the other first, but before you knew it, his lips collided onto your own, hands pressed firmly against your waist and cheek as your own clawed at his shirt, pulling him in even closer. Your fingers found his hair and gently pulled at the brunette locks, earning a groan that rumbled into your core.

He backed you into the same counter you were just leaning on, helping you onto it as you jumped. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him into you.

He kissed you with fervor. You kissed him back just as hungrily. It was as if all of the tension that had built up in the previous months exploded into this.

He chuckled against your lips.

“You have no idea.. how long I’ve been.. wanting to do this,” He mumbled between kisses before pulling away. “You’re way better at this than I remember.”

“You are, too,” You smiled, following his lips. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

He hummed in response into the kiss, allowing his mouth to fall back into the same, hungry rhythm from the moment before.

Your hands played with the hem of his work shirt before your cold fingers left a trail of goosebumps on the tops of his hips, refusing to trail up until he did the same.

You have no idea how long you’d been making out for or how many times you’d both ignored the front bell ring. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar boyish giggle followed by the words “Turns out kissing is actually better without teeth!” that you both jumped away from one another, hastily adjusting your uniforms and finger combing through your hair just in time to look semi-presentable for your best friend and brother.

“Check this out,” Dustin grinned, pointing at the map Robin was now unfolding into the table. Both of them were too preoccupied looking at the map to catch your flushed faces and swollen lips.

“Starcourt Mall,” Robin smiled proudly. “The complete blueprints.”

“So, this is us, Scoops,” Dustin dragged his finger around the map. “And this is where we want to get.”

“I mean,” Steve cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. He looked over at you to see that your wide eyes looked intently at the map presented to you. You were avoiding his gaze. “I, uh.. I don’t really see a way in.”

“There’s not,” Robin peeled off the top layer of papers. “If you’re talking exclusively about doors.”

“Air ducts..” You muttered, feeling your heart pound away nervously, but thankful for a topic you could throw yourself into. “That’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know,” She shrugged, walking to the wall on the opposite side of the room to grab a marker. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way..” She began to draw. “Here.”

The Russians’ secret room.

“I’ll grab the ladder.”

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“Flashlight,” Steve ordered with the screwdriver in his mouth. “Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” You blinked, realizing you’d been staring blankly at his thighs. You handed him the flashlight.

“Thank you,” He chuckled, exchanging the wet screwdriver for the light before looking into the air vent. “Yeah, I don’t know, Dustin. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.”

Did he have to say it like that?

“He’ll fit,” You patted your brother’s back. “You wanted to be an American hero, right? Well, here’s your chance, Mr. No-Collarbones.”

Dustin took the flashlight from Steve and climbed up the ladder.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin asked as Steve climbed down.

“He’s got some disease. Chry, uh.. Chrydo, um.. something,” Steve looked at you for help.

“Cleidocranial Dysplasia,” You grunted as you tried to push your brother into the vent.

“Right. Cleidocran.. I don’t know. He’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like gumbo.”

“You mean Gumby?” Robin offered

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He quickly turned to you at the sound of your voice calling his name.

“A little help?”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

You both grabbed his feet again.

“Not my feet, dumbasses. Push my ass.”

“I’m out,” You dropped his foot. “I’m not touching your ass.”

“TOUCH MY BUTT! I DONT CARE!”

“I DO!” You shouted back. “I’ve washed your laundry, Dustin. I’ve seen those occasional skid marks-“

“Y/N! SHUT UP!”

“All I’m saying is that wet wipes go a long way-“

“FUCK OFF, Y/N!! STEVE?! PUSH MY ASS!”

“Well, I don’t wanna push your ass if there are skid marks-“

“I DON’T HAVE SKID MARKS! PUSH MY ASS OR I’M TELLING YOU-KNOW-WHO ABOUT YOUR LITTLE CRUSH-“

“OKAY, I’M PUSHING! .. Jesus..”

Robin looked over at you slowly, annoyed at the sight in front of her. You stared with wide eyes at the boy in front of you, following every order your brother gave him and using his entire body to try to push the boy in.

“Oh, my god,” She smiled. “You enjoying the view over there?”

You tilted your head at Steve readjusting his feet on the ladder, subtle muscles rippling through his calves and thighs. “Oddly enough? Kinda.”

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!” Dustin shouted.

“I am!!” Steve grunted.

“You’re playing with my legs!”

“I’m not playing! I have terrible footing-“

“COME ON!”

“I’m gonna just shove you! Ready?!”

“SHOVE ME?!” Dustin screamed.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy?!” An annoying voice shouted from behind you.

You and Robin turned around, a smile creeping on both of your faces as you watched the small girl continuously ring the bell on the counter.

“Get over here and serve me some samples!”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” You looked at your best friend.

“Hey, kid!” Robin shouted. “How would you like a chance to earn free ice cream?”

———

“Erica, do you copy?” You’d all taken your positions on the top of the roof looking down at the Russian’s secret door.

“Mm-hmm. I copy,” The walkie in Robin’s hand responded. “You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah, we’re in position,” You responded. “It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

“Can we maybe not call it that?” You felt Steve lean up against you, scoffing at the girl’s words.

“See you on the other side, nerds.”

“This is such a bad idea,” Dustin muttered.

“What?” You and Steve both blinked, wondering if the duo had caught you earlier.

“… Bringing a child into our schemes,” He said slowly.

“You are a child, dingus,” Robin frowned. “But yeah, not the best plan we’ve had.”

“Hey! It was my plan,” You laughed.

“Explains why it’s such a bad one,” Steve teased, leaning further into you. “Then again, some bad ideas only seem bad until you do them. Then they turn out to be really good ideas. Like, really good ideas.”

You smiled softly up at him, feeling those same molten hot butterflies that have haunted your chest for the past few month. You’d barely been allowed to let the words register before your brother snorted.

“How profound, Steve,” Dustin muttered sarcastically before handing you his binoculars. “Truly beautiful. Have you ever looked into writing poems? You’d really give Edgar Allen Poe a run for his money.”

You let out a genuine chuckle before handing off the walkie and looking at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve let out a scoff. “You have one toothless kiss and all of the sudden you’re a dick? Not cool, man.”

The boys continued with their annoyed conversation, only interrupted by the occasionally check in on Project Child Endangerment.

“All I’m saying is that you need to get your ego in check,” Steve continued.

“Oh, my ego needs to be checked?” Dustin snorted before the walkie went off.

“I’m in.”

———

“Hand me the box cutter,” Steve held out his hand before you gently placed it in his hand. He whipped out the knife before skillfully sliding it down the taped entrances of the cart board box, only to reveal a metal container within it.

He looked up briefly before he turned the notch at the top and lifted the lid. Four other knobs decorated the top of the box, smoke leaking out of the circular cracks.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve muttered, setting down the titanium lid. “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

“No,” You and Dustin both shook your heads.

“Just step back, okay?” Steve gently pushed at Dustin’s chest.

“No,” He protested. You simply stood your ground.

“Step back, Henderson. Seriously,” He looked up at both of you.

“No! No!” Dustin shouted. “If you die, I die.”

He stared blankly at the boy before looking up at you. “What’s your excuse?”

“What? You think you’re the only one around here who wants to be an American hero?” You smirked, earning a chuckle. You pressed into him, moving him aside as you twisted the knob and pulled it out of the metal box yourself. Compressed air wheezed out as you pulled out a container filled with neon green liquid.

He knew he shouldn’t be shocked at your bravery at this point, already having seen you put your own life in danger without so much as a second thought various times, but he couldn’t help but look at you in awe as you examined the liquid.

This was same the girl who only closed her eyes, preparing for death as a Demogorgon hovered above her.

The same girl who wandered out of the bus to lure in the Demo-Dogs, and later fight them off alongside Steve.

The same one that led the group straight into the heart of those monsters’ layer in hopes of sparing the lives of the town, not even hesitating to lift all of the kids out of the dangerous tunnels before you even thought about getting out yourself.

“What the hell is this?” You whispered, deep in thought.

Both of your thoughts were interrupted by the floor under you rumbling.

“Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin looked up.

“Booby traps..” Erica whispered.

The ground shook once more, erupting through the silence with a mechanical whirring.

“You know what? Let’s just grab that and go,” Robin took the container from your hands. Dustin ran over to the same buttons Erica had used to open the door.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” He called anxiously.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.”

“Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay? I-“

“Press ‘Open Door’!”

“I’m pressing ‘Open Door’!”

“Just open the- Press the other button!” Steve shouted, pushing him out of the way.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t think-“ You began. “Stop! It’s gotta be like a password or something!”

“Out of the way so she can push the button!” Robin tried to speak over the shouting. All five of you began shouting, offering suggestions and trying to make your way to the buttons before the door clanged firmly shut.

You all froze before the lights went out and the room began moving violently, sending your stomachs into your throats with a familiar falling sensation. Screams erupted through all of you before you felt Steve wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, stabilizing you both with his other arm.

“Look!” You shouted, pointing at the top of the room. He followed your gaze to see that the open space revealed that the falling feeling you’d all felt wasn’t feigned, the room was in fact moving downwards.

“Oh, shit.”

Chapter 5 ->

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thebunztalk · 9 months

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RUIN THEORY TIME

Remember when you enter into the Staffbot Silo and there’s a lot of sticky notes…well this is gonna be about The Mimic.

So the sticky notes are everywhere in the silo and the what’s on it is a bunch of doodles of kids, pizza, a cake, presents and this

From what’s going on, the person who’s writing these wants to have a family and be happy, that they want a party that’s all for them. One of the binary codes also shows that they’re having an existential crisis saying “why is I.”

The notes also shows they’re being childish, that they have a childish art style and it’s implying they’re just a kid that wants to have a family.

For the Mimic, since he is technically “Glitchtrap” how does this imply that he’s the one who wrote all of those notes, if it implies that he wants to be happy? Simple.

Mimic is just a part of Glitchtrap. But how? Well since his body looks like a mix of the daycare attendant endo head with a normal endoskeleton and some parts from pizza sim animatronics. He was just been made after the Pizzaplex already exists.

Vanny built Mimic for the purpose of making a physical body for Glitchtrap but it only able to transfer a part of him into the body and since Glitchtrap is similar to Mimic1, he mimicked Afton and if a part of him gets transferred, it resets to its original state. Before he mimicked Afton.

Because of that, Mimic has re-learn to be basically a bad person but from the notes, he wants to have a family. That’s where the Afton bot family comes in, Mimic has the memories of Afton but he only focuses on the family instead because he’s basically a kid.

He rather do what kids do than having to re-learn about the things that Afton did and the only time he ask to Vanny about what is he is just that binary code “why is I”

why do I exist?

This is basically like the Gregbot/Charliebot theory that people talked about 1 year and a half ago (Jeez that’s long time) but just replace Greg/Charlie with Mimic.

I would also like to talk about the caution bots/Pat pats. I think ever since the Glamrock Bonnie incident, Mimic has been using the Pat pats to mimic and spy on people because he has to learn but all he mimicked is just children.

Now why do I think it’s after Bonnie “disappeared” because once you turn off all of the Pat pats, Bonnie’s eyes stopped glowing so it’s possible that Vanny has been using Bonnie’s power source for the Pat pats so Mimic could see through them.

That’s why when you play as Gregory, Pat pat kept following your every move and for Cassie, Mimic looked away because he doesn’t want to get suspicious (he still got suspicious cuz he turned around)

Now here’s the thing, why in the scooper route Mimic’s costume looks like Gregory (but worse) why he lured Cassie by using Gregory’s voice and why did he kept saying that he’s Gregory when Cassie ask what is he? Pretty simple.

He saw what Gregory got after PQ ending. A family and that’s what he wants. But Gregory got. That’s why he lured Cassie. That’s why the Roxy walkie talkie is still there and still on. It could’ve been taken by the teens who did graffiti but no, it’s there for Cassie. Mimic lured Cassie so she could be a part of his “found family”

Mimic wants to be Gregory. not kill him. Not lured Cassie to just get her killed but he wants her to be a part of a family.

In fact, in the beginning of SB, Freddy said that he got kicked out of the main system and Mimic is part of the system so when he saw Gregory gets discovered by Vanny/Vanessa through Pat pat, he kicked Freddy out of the system so Freddy can help Gregory through out the night.

And maybe, Mimic is the one who put all of the retro CDs AND copied Vanessa’s voice when it’s already 6 AM to keep Gregory inside the mall lil longer.

Maybe Mimic is hiding in the room where the cds played/Michael’s room since he has parts of Afton’s memories, that room must be like a resting spot for Mimic (for some reason, there’s spilled popcorn) and he could be waiting for Gregory there to get to know him better.

So it’s possible that the only reasons why Mimic wants to be Gregory is because Gregory is an orphan. He doesn’t have anyone to take care of him and Mimic saw the same thing in himself.

No solutions for me, just sadness. This theory is also helped by @chaosnightgal

Also art style comparison:

This is Mimic’s art style

And this is Vanny’s

Vanessa’s (yes she paints) and Michael’s

And Gregory’s :D

Bonus:

There’s this lil note, I’m not sure what it says, it’s either Tim or Jim

If it’s Jim then that would make sense about this

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #ruin spoilers #fnaf mimic #fnaf gregory #who is tragic & who is a liar

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ashwin-blythe · 3 months

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A S H W I N " A S H " B L Y T H E

age / d.o.b.: 55, March 4, 1967 height: 6'5" gender & pronouns: Cis man, he/him sexuality: Bisexual hometown: Ormiston, Saskatchewan occupation: Hotel Owner of the Bowery Hotel education: N/A relationship status: Single children: None

Full Bio is under the cut - please be aware of trigger warnings before proceeding.

biography -

tw // former drug-dealing, gang-related violence, mouth injury

No one knows where Ash was born, or to whom, but he was found at 9 years old, walking barefoot in the woods outside of Ormiston, Saskatchewan. The farmers who happened upon the lost and freezing kid brought him in for a warm meal and got him a thick blanket. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - talk, and no one recognized him. Without the means to keep him on, he was sent off to work and live with other unfortunate orphaned children in a workhouse in North Dakota.

Ash got a name over time. He was sent off as an extra stablehand, a manure shoveler, a miner. No one wanted him in their family, but they could use his sheer force. Ash rarely spoke, but he collected stories from other teens. Tucked them away for some day.

At 18, Ash was sent off on his own. He’s created his name into something resembling a normal one - Ashwin Blythe. Ashwin to sound more credible for work. Blythe, after the boy in Anne of Green Gables. An aimless wanderer much like when he’d been found as a child. This time, he had workable hands and the conviction of someone desperate to make money and survive. On his own, be damned. Solitary was fine.

He works where they’ll have him. Permanent callouses on his hands by 20. Often the coal scooper on the train, the gas station attendant. He slowly travels inward - an elongated tour of the United States.

At 30, he’s servicing cars in a podunk little town in Minnesota. Drugs are passed around and he watches it all from under a broken Chevy or behind a dinging cash register. He’s given hush money. Pulled in without ever confirming his interest. Soon he’s carrying it to places outside of town. Tucking grams into old work gloves and appearing for hand-offs. He sees handguns tucked into the backs of jeans. Knives on holsters off worn leather belts.

It’s all unofficial, and when he finally gets a new job at 36, he’s passed a bundle of cash to keep quiet - something Ash has never had a problem with. But something slips. Something changes.

He meets someone at a bar - a someone who entices him to talk. Stories of his younger years, funny anecdotes. And out comes his time at the gas station. It’s the first person Ash trusts to open up to. Someone he sees for months and months after.

At 37, Ash is working in Wisconsin when familiar forms come streaming out of a car. Four men hold him down, and hack his tongue with a blade. No more talking. No more slipping.

The warning is unforgettable. Ash leaves town- leaves the state. He finds a motel in Michigan that doesn’t ask questions. He works for his room. Mute and spooked, he does his job well. Soon enough, he’s managing it all. By 40, his resume looks… okay.

It’s on a spontaneous trip to New York City that he sees the gorgeous Bowery Hotel. Not even able to stay in it - just stares in awe from the outside. On a limb, he goes in and applies - and starts as a bellhop.

Ever trustworthy, ever diligent, Ash once again moves up. All the while, he meets many who come in and out.

At age 52, Ash is made Hotel Manager.

With more money and more resources, Ash has his tongue looked at and reconstructed at age 55. He still does not talk much if not ever, and his voice is rough and husky. Still, it has given him more freedom.

wanted connections / plots:

the one teaching him to speak - Ash is shy about his voice due to being nonverbal for years from his badly injured tongue. This would be someone he trusts implicitly who helps him form words and learn to talk again.

ones from his past - He’s lived all over. North Dakota, Wisconsin, Michigan. Worked at old gas stations, in mines, on farms. These could be people who recognize him. Friends or enemies.

lovers - Occasionally he will be swayed into a hotel bedroom or a bathroom stall. He’s a solitary being but secretly yearns for closeness of others. Messy, simple, complicated - all of the above!

#boroughs.intro #ashintro #!!!

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heartbreakgrill · 1 year

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother pt. 2- delicate.

“is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you’re in my head?”

a/n: 1 more part after this 😽

i set down the ice scooper, and wiped my hands on the front of my apron. "what's up?" i replied as i made my way over to her.

i climbed up onto a stool and she spoke, "you're two-top just left. matt's closing tonight. i've got veronica and garret, too. as soon as you're done cleaning up your shit, you can go home."

i perked up with excitement, "you're sure you don't need help?"

"no," she waved me off, "you stay late all the time. besides, i think this guy's waiting on you..."

i furrowed my brows and followed her finger as she pointed at the end of the bar. my heart beat faster as my eyes collided with the stranger's. he smirked at me, and lifted his head from his palm to wave with two fingers. his other hand was curled around a crystal glass, nearly empty.

i sighed, "okay. thanks, bea."

i slid off the stole and stepped towards him. he leaned back in his seat and waved an arm to the stool beside him. "join me, darling. i've been waiting all evening."

i tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, and sat upon the stool. i faced outwards, leaning my back against the bar. i hugged my stomach, nervously, some what hoping it would control my butterflies, "what do you want, kol?"

he picked up his glass, swirled the drink around in it, "oh, love, if you knew all the things i wanted, you'd be blushing."

i rolled my eyes at his lame pick-up, but i couldn't help the smile that creeped onto my face. "just tell me, so i can get home. i have to clean up."

kol peered around the dining room. "well, if you're headed home, i could walk you. it's not safe out there."

i looked up at him, expecting to see sarcasm lining his features. but, he was serious. kol's smirk evolved into a pleasant smile. i tilted my head back, a response ready to defend against his remarks. but, i dropped my chin, furrowed my brows again. "i-...okay. that's fine."

i stood up and made to walk away, but i hesitated, patted his shoulder, and quipped, sarcastically, "but, try to keep it in your pants this time, k?"

as i walked away with satisfaction, i heard kol laugh heartily.

i finished cleaning up parts of the dining toom- shut off the pop machine, various lamps, and stuffed my apron in a dirty laundry bin with the other rags i'd used during my 8-hour shift. i usually worked longer on sundays since, for some reason, the supernatural seemed to respect the 'lord's' day of rest.

i clocked out at on the pos system, and turned for the break room. i waved to kol, "grabbing my bag and i'll be out."

he smiled kindly at me with a curt nod.

i didn't know what he wanted. but, considering he'd never done me wrong, kol deserved to be heard. my skin tingled with the possibility of him. maybe he just came to harass me with more flirtatious advances. maybe he'd come to agree that the longing looks we shared whenever i was over needed to stop.

or maybe he really just needed my help with something.

the break room door swung shut behind me, squeaky on its hinges. i had a chance to catch my breath. kol had all but out-right stared at me the entire time i finished cleaning up. i'd attempted to keep my blushing to myself, but that proved impossible when, at one point, i'd bent over a table to reach a light switch. and when i turned back towards the bar, i saw his eyes lingering in the space my ass had been taking up.

yeah; maybe he just came to flirt.

rebekah. i had to remember her. forget kol and his stupidly cute face and his sexy accent-

it was hard to do so.

i slipped my purse across my body and shut my locker door closed. i met kol back at the bar and he stood. "ready, darling?"

i nodded, "sure. you ready to tell me what you want?"

kol held open the door to the grill for me. i thanked him barely above my breath, and he simply smiled down at me. there was another pause in time, where i stared up at him, my heart melting. but i snapped out of it and pushed on into the night air.

kol sighed, "i have a proposition for you."

we fell in step along the sidewalk leading south from the mystic grill. late winter night air was stale with dryness. the flowers on the trees lining the square were just beginning to bloom, tiny petals of life sprouting at the fingertips of tree branches. i admired the sight for a moment, contemplating his words.

i felt sick to my stomach, knowing that if i validated the longing we both seemed to share, then it would be embarrassingly cheesy and terribly disappointing.

i spoke, "kol, i know that you understand that...we can't do this."

kol's steps hesitated and he fell a

moment behind me. i stopped, looked back at him. kol's light smile transformed his face. he was looking at the ground beside me, but his eyebrows quirked and he looked upat me. "oh, darling...is that what you think this is?"

i flushed, "wha-what?" had i been wrong? was kol seriously just that flirtatious? while i thought we were partaking in some secret game of who can pine the longest without breaking, kol was just toying with me like a kitten.

kol stepped towards me. he raised a hand to my cheek, cupping my face. the soft skin of his thumb brushed across the apple of my face. "you're so pretty, darling..." kol said, "but i know better by now than to challenge my dear sister. though your face has invaded my mind over the past two weeks, this is about something different."

i hadn't seen kol since my first night at rebekah's, so the thought that i had been stuck in his memory since that fateful evening was flattering. it burst butterflies through my stomach.

my skin heated up under his touch, my eyes glued to his. kol's pupils were blown up with admiration, the chocolaty color deepened from desire. i had been right. for once, a guy id wanted wanted me back.

and i couldn't have him.

things might’ve been easier if he has been the cat and is been the mouse. this was harder beyond.

slightly frustrated at the thought, i snapped my eyes away from him. i cleared my throat, "well, then...what?"

kol soaked in my anxiety, like he enjoyed putting me on edge with his looks, and his voice, and his darlings. he brushed his thumb across my cheek once more, before his smile faltered, and he pulled back. with his hands in his jacket pockets, kol began walking again. "i want to throw a party. for rebekah."

i watched his back as he retreated, shocked by his statement. "a party? really?" humor laced my tone. "for your sister? who basically hates your guts?"

kol nodded as i caught up. "for my sister who basically hates my guts. her birthday is coming up soon, and i..."

kol trailed off. i examined his face as is faltered. he looked...sentimental? sad? regretful?

"i've watched her with...with you," he dipped his head to hide his face from my view. "and i just think she deserves something...good. kind. from me."

i grinned at his words. my hand acted to his it's own accord, and i gently grabbed his wrist. kol met my eyes. i replied, "i would love to help, if that's what you're asking. i didn't know her birthday was coming up. she'd never said anything."

"you kinda stop celebrating once you're immortal," kol shrugged. he stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, before it dropped off into the street. he faced me, "but i think she should. you've made her a better person. you've made us all a little better with your kindness. i haven't ever felt more alive than i did the other night. thank you, y/n."

his face was genuine, sincere. my lips lifted encouragingly. "me neither. when do you want to meet?” i dropped his wrist.

kol thought, "how does coffee sound? tomorrow morning?"

"i have school," i giggled that the old vampire had forgotten. "but, you can meet me after cheer practice. we can get coffee then."

kol nodded. "that sounds like a wonderful plan."

we crossed the street in comfortable silence, and reached my house within the next minute. we walked up my porch and, at the door, i turned to face him. i examined him with squinted eyes, my lips pursed. kol tilted his head, "what?"

i sighed, "i can't say i completely trust you. i want to be honest about that. i don't know you- only your reputation. if there are any ulterior motives here, please remember, that if you hurt me...rebekah won't be happy."

kol's face flickered, but he maintained his smirk. "thank you for your honesty, darling. i can't say i'm not surprised. but, please remember, that if i wanted to hurt you...i would've already done it. "

as he spoke, he leaned in closer, his eyes narrowed, and his voice sultry.

i gulped, tilting my head back, "i want to trust you," my voice came out in an honest whisper.

once my words trailed off, kol leaned his head to the side and pressed his lips to my cheek. his words ghosted across my cheek, shooting simultaneous heat and shivers down my spine, "then, i’ll try to behave."

he pulled away, "see you tomorrow, darling."

within a gust of wind, he was gone.

i went inside, up to my room, and took a shower to wash away my 8-hour shift and the insatiable feeling of kol's lips on my cheek. i knew this was bad- really bad. choosing to spend time with him, separate from stolen glances and longing gazes at rebekah's house. i barely knew him, rebekah would kill me, he probably was psychotic. i can't even trust him. there were a million reasons to evade him and his stupid brown eyes and his annoyingly enticing smirk.

but there were always a million reasons not to do something.

maybe he was right- if he wanted my blood, wanted me to die, he would've done so. he could've compelled me and used me as a blood bag by now. he could've snapped my neck in the middle of the crosswalk.

and trust could be earned.

rebekah was an entirely different problem.

after i showered, i fell asleep. and in my dreams, i saw his face.

fuck me.

—

"what're you doing after this?" rebekah huffed, wiping away a bit of sweat at her brow.

i was squatting, stuffing my pom poms in my duffel bag. i looked up at her and blocked the sun from my eyes with a hand. rebekah knew when people were lying. so i tried to just bend the truth- withhold instead of completely lie to her face, "getting coffee with a friend."

rebekah's eyes followed me as i stood up, throwing the duffel bag strap over my shoulder. my weight teetered to the side at its hefty pull. she squinted her eyes in analyzation, "what friend? caroline, bonnie, and elena just left. and i'm right here. you don't have any other friends...unless...y/n!"

her eyes brightened in excitement. she bounced on her heels, clapped her hands together. "are you going on a date?"

my mouth hung open in utter blank thought. if i defended myself and said no, she'd snoop. she'd discover kol and i's secret meeting, and she'd get insanely angry if she discovered we'd been hanging out behind her back. if i just let her have this-

i groaned, "yes. i'm going on a date."

-then she'd believe me.

rebekah squeaked, and tossed her arms around me. "i can't say i'm 100% happy, considering a relationship would pull you away from being with me 24/7. but yay! you're hot and you deserve it. who is it?"

i blanked again. i drug out my voice to cover up the fact that i was making it up, "he's...not...from around here."

well, that wasn't a lie at all.

rebekah rolled her eyes, "i'm sure. well, i know how you get flustered..."

i giggled as she tickled my side, and she continued, "so i'll let you have this. for now. but i will get to meet him eventually."

"okay!" i shoved her hand away, "i promise. eventually. you'll meet him."

rebekah sighed, "i'll hold you to that. i'll compel you if i have to. right- i'm off. need to shower this grossness away. see you, babes!"

i waved her off, watching as she looked around to ensure no one was looking, and rebekah sped off. i brushed back the hair loose from my ponytail as the wind she upheaved brushed past me. i began to turn on my heel to head home when an engine revved from across the parking lot.

i looked towards the sound, not 200 feet from where i stood. and i watched, my face red, as kol pulled into the parking lot in a blue dodge. i crossed my arms over my chest, raising my brows as he stepped out of the car, prideful.

"hello, darling," kol slammed the door shut and leaned against the car, his arm swung over its roof. "what do you think?"

i scoffed, "i think you don't fear rebekah nearly as much as you should. she was just here. two seconds ago."

kol shook his head with a chuckle, "i think you don't get how vampirism works. i waited around the corner, for my sister to scamper away, and then pulled in. thought you'd appreciate a ride."

kol approached me, a saunter in his steps. he held out his hand for me to take. i rolled my eyes, tugged my duffel bag off my shoulder, and dropped the strap across his palm. because he wasn't anticipating the move, he tripped forward slightly from its weight.

i withheld a laugh. the bubbly feeling tickled up my throat, threatening to ruin my i-don't-care attitude as i walked away.

i pulled open the passenger door, dropped into the seat, and slammed it shut. kol tossed my bag into the back seat before joining me up front.

"so," he slinked his arm across the back of my seat, "what's the best coffee place in this town?"

"just park at mystic grill. we can walk from there," i leaned an elbow on the side console of the door, resting my forehead against my fist.

kol pulled out of the parking lot and his fingers tugged very gently at the bottom of my pony tail. i twisted my head away from his hand. "stop that."

kol groaned, his head bumping back against the head rest. "oh, darling. you're boring. rebekah doesn't have to kno-"

"stop!" i whipped my head towards him, my ponytail slapping against my other cheek.

kol smirked at me, before refocusing his stare on the road. "you're no fun. we could have so much fun-"

"kol!" i gritted my teeth. "if you keep this up, i won't help. then your party will suck and rebekah will be embarrassed and she'll hate you even more."

"you make a good point."

ok. deep. breath. i managed to evade his advance. even if it meant his eyes slouched like a puppy dog. even if that made my heart hurt.

he could my trust without the sexual tension.

once we pulled into a parking spot, i reached for the door handle. kol sped around to the door, and opened it for me. he offered his hand again and i pushed it away.

i began power-walking away from him, annoyed that he couldn't contain himself. he caught up, though, but he didn't try to talk. he respected my space for once.

until we got to the coffee shop.

he paid for my drink, and bought me a cookie, even though i resisted his offer five times. the cashier looked incredibly annoyed with us, arguing in line, but kol thought it was hilarious.

i led us to the couch, way in the back of the coffee shop, and shoved myself deep into the corner of it hugging my coffee to my body as if it was protecting me from his advances.

kol, obviously, sat directly beside me. he threw his arm over my shoulder, his fingers back to my hair.

"okay," i huffed. maybe if i pretended, also, that his flirtations weren't affecting me, he'd stop them. so, i let him finger my hair, let his warmth radiate across my back. let him lean his head close and let his minty breath cover my face. "your house is the best venue to go with. we can get decorations, pink, obviously. since you're so rich, you can lend me a credit card or, you know, a block of gold. if that's what you've got. i'll handle inviting people. you can help decorate, get the alcohol. i'll make sure she'll be surprised. there-" i went to stand as the plans unraveled from my lips.

kol latched a hand around my waist and tugged my back down, closer to him than before. "we're not done."

i scoffed, wriggling out of his grip. "what more is there to say? we could've done that over text."

kol flicked a brow, suggestively, "oh, darling, if you want my number, just say so."

i pulled his arm off of me, tucking into the corner again. i sipped at my coffee, "she's going to kill you."

kol leaned in closer, stroking my cheek again, "not if she doesn't find out."

"kol."

he raised his hand defensively, "alright, alright. i'll back off. but, you can't pretend you don't want me, too. you made it quite obvious last night."

kol dropped a wink. i rolled my eyes, though i flushed bright red.

kol sighed. his face twisted into something almost human-like. kind, serious. “i want to...get to know you."

i looked at him with pursed lips, scanning his face for the lie. he looked honest, purely intended. "really?"

"yes," kol balanced his coffee on his knee and stared at it inquisitively. "i do. i think you are...interesting, and smart. and rebekah adores you. so i just want to...i don't know. honestly- i think you are gorgeous, darling. and i want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. i-" kol was rambling like a flustered, nervous boy with a crush.

i met his eyes, and smiled gently. "only if you promise to stop hitting on me so much. you're right. i think you're attractive," i blushed through my honesty, "but i love rebekah. she's my best friend. and i'm not going to lose her. how about you get to know me so we can be friends? i think she would actually really like that. maybe it can bridge the gap between you two. maybe it’ll help me trust you.”

kol glanced between my lips and my eyes as i spoke. he thought for a minute, tapping his chin, "o...kay. i think i can do that. i'm sorry if i slip up- i'm sorry if want to touch you. but, okay. now, tell me-what's your favorite color?"

i giggled. with my free hand, i caught his wrist and lifted it off my shoulders. "i'll make sure you behave. starting with this."

kol sheepishly clasped his hands together in his lap. "okay. favorite color?"

i shrugged, "probably purple." i tapped the heels of my sneakers on the ground.

kol glanced at my feet, "oh, those are gorgeous. i think that may be my favorite, too."

we had a lot in common. kol didn't have a favorite movie or a favorite television show because he had only watched 5 films and 1 season of the office since being awakened from his slumbering mode of death.

but, he liked sunsets, where the sky reached out from orange to purple to blue to black. he liked the moon, when it was crescentic, like a toenail, he laughingly described. it was wonderful that something so pure, so bright could fill the night sky at its darkest. kol loved black cats, and told me he'd had one two hundred years ago as a pet when he was running with witches in africa.

"i have a black cat," my jaw couldn't help but drop.

kol pulled his head back in slight shock, a funny expression on his face. "no way. what next? it's name is grim?"

i laughed so hard at his words that my hand flew forward, landing on his thigh for support. i was a hitter when i laughed- and kol tensed up under my touch. "that's insane! that's literally his name!"

kol laughed, too, only his expression seemed to fade quick as he gently laid his hand on mine. "i think we should be done for today."

i stopped laughing. i caught his eye and felt an understanding ripple between us. "it can only work in doses, huh?"

"yeah. just doses of you," kol lifted my hand in his, and kissed the back of it gently. "or else i'll lose the self control it took to only kiss your hand."

—

i had kol's phone number.

he gave it to me when he dropped me off from the coffee shop. the contact name he gave himself was, 'kol :)' watching him fumble with the keyboard to create the smiley face was the cutest thing ever.

he'd asked for me to put mine in his phone as well, and i convinced him to let me put a code name, in case rebekah got her hands on it.

i was maybe, just a little bit, overly paranoid. but my contact name was blood bag.

it made kol laugh heartily.

he didn't wait an hour to text me. my phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, and i wrapped a towel around my body before i looked at the text message.

Kol :) - Hi, darling. I discussed this plan with my brothers. I left out the part where we went to coffee together. They agreed this Saturday would work best considering Rebekah's birthday is Sunday. Klaus will be out of town next weekend, and he wants to be there. Is it possible for us to go buy decorations sometime before this weekend? Maybe Wednesday?

i contemplated the message. i exited out of the texting application and found my schedule in the photos. i was, miraculously, off wednesday. i typed out a response to kol.

blood bag - that sounds good! i'm off work that day. pick me up after cheer again? remember to visit the family krypt for a bar of gold.

Kol :) - Haha, very funny. We actually have numerous credit cards and Klaus has the company compelled to ignore our debt. Not the most honest work, but it's functional.

blood bag - could you get me one?

Kol :) - You know the requirements for that one, darling.

blood bag - sadly. see you wednesday!

Kol :) - Goodbye, love.

the next two days at school seemed to drag on. rebekah picked me up in her cherry red convertible both days, grilling me about this boy i was seeing. i continued to play into it to appease her. i even told her that i was going on another date on wednesday.

i'd probably have to tell kol that, ironically, i was using this excuse. he'd get a kick out of it. kol's eyes would crinkle with a smile, the laugh stemming deep from his chest. the pupils on his eyes would dilate a little, sparkle with glee.

he'd probably touch my arm, compliment my manipulation.

i smiled at my own thought, staring absentmindedly at the chalkboard. alaric cleared his throat and waved a hand in the area i was staring at.

"care to join us, y/n?"

"oh," i sat back in my seat, eyes blurry from staring, "yeah. yes. sorry."

i felt a stare on my back. i glanced behind me and met rebekah's grin. "you are so smitten," she whispered across the aisle.

i faced forward, my face bright red.

oh, fuck me. again.

—

wednesday, after cheer practice, it was pouring rain. we'd moved it to the gymnasium to protect from the weather. i texted kol of this development and instructed him to just park where he usually did- i would just be arriving from a different place.

kol texted back something cheeky about me being a woman of many mysteries. i replied with a shut up, but i was smiling down my phone.

rebekah hit me with her pom-poms. "i can't wait to meet this boy. is he picking you up?"

"yeah," i slipped. my jaw locked shut as i watched rebekah perk up. "but not until, like, 4:30. i have a meeting with- i have a teacher conference."

rebekah titled her head, reading my tone. "hm. you're being weird. is he ugly?"

i pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress the slime underneath my bewildered expression. "what?!"

"you're being nervous. finicky. you don't have a conference. you just don't want me to see him after practice. he must be ugly," she shrugged as we walked towards our bags on the gym bench.

i sat beside my duffel bag, taking a sip of water, "you're insane. i hope you know that."

"i hope you're not dating anyone ugly. that would be dreadful," she sighed and stuffed her pom-poms in her bag. "i'd have to break the news to you."

"rebekah, remind me why i'm friends with you?"

she looked up, pondering the question, "i honestly don't know. perhaps you're the insane one."

we shared a good laugh at her quip. i tugged a sweatshirt over my sports bra, "whatever. just go home already. get out of my hair."

rebekah stood with a sigh. "only because i love you, babes!"

with that, she was gone. i waited exactly one minute before i pulled out my phone. clicking on kol's contact, i called him, and put the phone to my ear.

my heart leaped as he picked up. his phone voice was sexy.

"hello, darling. are you ready for me?"

i held my breath while he spoke, hoping my heart would slow back into position. "hey, yeah. i'll see you a minute?"

"sure thing," with that, he hung up.

i squeezed my face shut, holding my breath again. i was focusing on grounding myself and my stupid teenage girl hormones. i needed to be mindful of my emotions.

but it wasn't as easy as it had been at first.

i tucked my phone into a side pocket in my duffel bag. i slipped the strap over my shoulder and made for the exit.

i hesitated at the front door of the school. the rain was pouring so hard it bounced off the side walk in tiny jumps. it was pretty and it smelled wonderful, but it was cold. i shivered in my spandex, tucking my legs closing to one another. i took a deep breath, ready to brave the drops that were going to soak me. i was good at not checking the weather and be ill-prepared.

just as i was about step out of the building, a gust of wind frizzled my ponytail around my neck. kol stood before me. he smiled down, holding the handle of a bright pink umbrella over his head. "hello, darling. i figured i'd save you the shower."

i couldn't help but grin. i stepped under the cover.

another world-stopping moment held me there with him. the umbrella encapsulated us in a bubble. the rain sounded distant, pattering against the umbrella in echoing pops. his hair was slightly damp from stepping out of the car, somewhat frizzy in texture. a little curl swirled on his forehead, right above his left eye. my chest rattled with giddiness, a feeling i was growing to crave and sink into. kol's gape was more than friendly, but not in his obnoxiously charming manner. it was simply sweet, like an infatuation with not just my looks now, but my favorite color, and my favorite movie character. with me. and everything that made me that girl.

my lips stretched a bit further, if at all possible, before i let my gaze fall from his. "thank you. we should get going."

he nodded firmly, his smile falling short. we walked to the car in silence, though not much could be said with the rain.

i let kol open the door for me, simply because he could run out of the rain a lot faster than i could. within the moment that i closed the door, was sitting beside me, the wet umbrella being tossed in the back seat.

kol started the car. "you can pick the music, love. we don't have to talk."

his voice was sunken, like there was disappointment lacing his tone.

i glanced at him, and noticed he was looking straight ahead to pull out of the parking lot. he could feel my gaze on his cheek, but he refused to even notice it. i frowned, "oh, okay. sure."

i connected my phone to the adapter and shuffled my playlist. "i think you'd like taylor swift," i tried, a little sarcastic.

kol shrugged, "maybe."

he leaned his fist against his jaw, his elbow on the door. i thought for a moment, my tongue running over my lips. "maybe the reputation album."

"sure," he nodded curtly.

i furrowed my brows, my jaw tense. so he really didn't want to talk, huh?

crossing my arms over my chest, i turned my knees towards the door and slumped against it. i was exhausted from cheer practice and work the night before. i'd had to stay late to close. so, i let my eyes fall shut. a slow song started playing, mellowing me out to the point that i fell asleep.

when i woke up, i felt kol's hand on my thigh. he squeezed it gently, softly speaking, "y/n, darling? wake up. we're here."

i shifted in my seat, my eyes opening tiredly. "huh?"

kol brushed a piece of hair from my face, "we're here. at the store."

i lifted my body off the door. the windshield wipers squeaked across the glass, the rain at a slow sprinkle now. we were parked in front of a huge party supply store a few miles form mystic falls.

i turned my head to kol, who was staring straight ahead. he’d moved his hand back to his lap, where it was twisting around his fingers. he was on edge for some reason. i felt the tension seeping off his skin.

“let’s go, then,” i sighed.

the adventure was fruitful, but kol was nearly silent the entire time. once we had reached the check-out counter, i could count on one hand how many times he’d spoken to me in the store. 4 times. every time i asked his approval at a banner or streamers, the color of balloons, he’d simply shrug- i guess that meant no? or he’d nod. a firm yes. downcast eyes.

i was growing annoyed, which fed my exhaustion. the cashier announced the total and kol stepped up beside me to put his card in the slot. crossing my arms over my stomach, i shivered in the air conditioning. it was always a weird feeling, being damp and entering a cold building. it made me sleepier.

i flickered my gaze back to kol as he shuffled around. he tugged his coat off of his arms and draped it around my shoulders. the warmth of the zip-up hoodie kissed my skin delightfully. i quickly slid my arms through the sleeves.

kol insisted on carrying all of the bags, so i resigned to walking out empty handed. i opened the back door for him and he shoved everything inside. then, he got into the front seat. i stood at the door to the passenger side a little jarred. my footstep hesitated, before i shook my head and slid into the car. kol was boring a hole into radio with his eyes, glazed with boredom.

my throat cleared, and his eyes snapped to and from my face. “what’s wrong with you?”

lol didn’t look taken aback or at all swayed. he simply ignored my words.

i turned in my seat, crossing my arms, “hello? earth to kol mikaelson?”

his fingers reached to the radio, and he settled them on the volume knob. he went to twist it up. i huffed, stretching forward, and grabbed his hand. i pushed it from the radio harshly.

all of a sudden, kol slid across the bench of seats. his hand i had pushed away came up around my throat, diminishing my own grasp to fall in my lap limply. i pressed up against the door, my eyes wide with fear, my chest heaving anxiously.

“i would remember my place, if i were you. rebekah may have you in her good graces, and we might be forming a friendship, but at the end of the day, you are just a human,” kol’s face was close to mine. his fangs protruded from his mouth, eyes bloodshot, and little veins swimming under his gaze.

i gulped, feeling his fingers pressing into my throat. “i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. i’m sorry.”

kol slowly released his grasp on my neck. he slumped back into his seat, face returning to the normal one of a scarred teenage boy. i heaved in my seat, coughing from the pressure in my throat.

i felt sick to my stomach.

i guess i was the fool in this situation.

so much for putting my trust into someone like kol.

as he drove me back home, i slumped against the door again, heart beating rapidly at the fear soaking my adrenaline.

my voice was faltered and lined with a shaky tone, but i managed to say, barely above a whisper, “if you wanted me to trust you, you’ve just lost.”

he couldn’t even pretend to hide the look that crossed his face.

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